{Whip Cream, Honey, Chocolate Sauce & Maple Syrup...What's Your Favorite?}
OT5, NC-17
Smut!
WARNING: Bukkake & misuse of all the things listed above. >:D
For:
fairytokyo because our comments inspired this. ♥
“I want whip cream.”
“What?” Jaejoong responds from in front of the oven, to the youngest stood moping at his two slices of toast that have only just popped.
“I want to put whip cream on my toast.”
“Why did you even make toast?” Yoochun questions while loading the coffee maker, “We’re having pancakes and waffles as it is.”
“Min can’t function without empty carbs, I swear.” The leader chirps in, shaking his head from the table.
“You crave things like a pregnant woman.” Junsu stumbles in, all sleepy-eyed and drowsy.
“Well, I’m pretty sure I seen some in the fridge...” The eldest thinks aloud as he flips one of the patties and checks the waffle maker.
Changmin saunters across the kitchen and peeks inside. The clank of jars and bottles spilling forth as half the food inside, probably way past their expiration dates, is moved aside.
“Hey~ We have honey…and chocolate syrup!”
“Ooh~ Bring them over here!” Junsu squeaks happily.
“You’re right, we do have whip cream.” he nods appreciatively over the fridge door, grabbing all three condiments.
“I already took out the maple syrup.”
Setting the three sweets down beside the lone one, he seats himself next to Yunho and grabs the can with a grin. He squirts the cream all over the brown slab of toast, swirling the container in the air as it furls out in thick even curls that form two cloud-like mountain. He moans wantonly as the white fluff expands over the crispy bread, saliva collecting as he imagines it in his mouth.
“Geez, Min, you’d think you were about to have sex with them.”
“Oral sex.” he corrects Junsu, licking his lips.
A silent moment passes as a few of them watch Changmin make another mountain atop the other slice until a light bulb flickers over Yoochun’s head.
“Would you give someone a blow job if whip cream was used?” he muses over his mug, taking a seat across the table.
“Right now? Yes.”
“DO IT!” Jaejoong yells, all grins and excitement.
He knew Jaejoong would insist it happen.
“But I’m about to eat…”
“Yunho, pull your pants down!”
“Wh-What!?”
Jaejoong points the spatula at him threateningly, “We all know you want to fuck those pretty, plump lips. Don‘t even try and deny it.”
Every one of them leer at Yunho accusingly. Except for Changmin, who simply pouts at the whip cream covered toast Yoochun has confiscated and now holds hostage. Junsu leans over the table and swiftly grabs the can from his grasp and scans it over thoughtfully.
“YAH~”
“No, I…so what exactly are you trying to-”
The blast of white, coolness all over his bare chest and stomach makes him gasp, the winds of fluff melting on contact and sliding downwards slowly as it expands.
“JUNSU! WHAT THE-”
“WHY ARE YOU WASTING THE WHIP CREAM!?”
Both are stood over the table, glaring at said waster as he smiles apologetically.
“Accident?”
“It doesn’t have to be wasted, Min…” Yoochun quirks an eyebrow, sitting back in his chair and folding his arm over his chest, looking all knowing.
Changmin peers over at the white treat decorating their leader’s chest, imagining it melting on his tongue, some of it already melted due to the heat of the caramel skin it reside on and the sweetness filling his taste buds deliciously. All resistance visibly drains from him and Jaejoong lets a smirk spread further over his lips.
“Y-Yah! This is stupid!” Yunho flushes considerably, just thinking of the youngest laving the melting substance off him.
But before he can turn away, Changmin swipes a finger through the pillow-y cream,
“Hyung, I’m hungry.”
Staring intently, he lick the tip of his digit, making an obvious show of it and leans in. Smiles are traded between the other three as they watch on, the youngest mouthing the whip cream, swirling his tongue and swallowing mouthful after mouthful.
Another gasp escapes from Yunho’s gut, muscles retracting at the sudden hot contact as Changmin covers his flesh with both tongue and mouth. Heat rises from the very core and heightens with every touch.
Junsu moves around the table, shaking the can. Once he reaches the other two member, he sprays a straight line right down the middle of his abdomen, making a little cloud just over his navel. Changmin follows it without a second thought and Yunho arches backwards as the slick pink muscle dips into the cavern and desperately collects as much whip cream as he can.
“Pull your pants down, Yunho.” Jaejoong orders from the counter.
Groaning out of embarrassment and want, he lifts himself off the chair slightly and pulls the grey sweat pants down around his thighs, no second layer underneath. Already hard, Junsu presses the tip of the spout to his erection, eliciting a shiver and drags it upwards, making another trail up his entire length and adding a little extra to the head.
Changmin glances up at him for approval but all Yunho sees is the traces of white sticky cream all over his mouth and he grips the short strands of hair in his fist and pushes his head down further. Jaejoong licks the corner of his mouth, taking the last waffle out of the maker and approaching the scene at the table, not able to leave himself out of any of the fun.
Yoochun stands, grabbing the chocolate sauce and stops behind the youngest, hunched over in his chair and head bobbing with slick noises that only drive him on even more.
“Stand up.”
The chair is pulled from underneath him and he’s on his feet, now suckling just the very tip, flicking his tongue over the slit. Impatient, Yunho yanks his face forward until he’s inside the hot cavern, smooth and wet. The humidity clouds his vision as he throws his head back.
Yoochun roughly jerks Changmin’s boxers down to his ankles and runs a finger down one cheek. He opens the cap of the bottle and tips it forward, dribbling the thick syrup into the cleft of his exposed ass, watching it glide over the pucker and curve under his body, creating streams around his balls. He groans in response to the cool liquid, vibrations making Yunho thrust and hit the very back of his throat.
Jaejoong loops an arm around Junsu and takes the can from his loose grasp. He leans over and grabs another chunk of Changmin’s hair, pulling him from Yunho’s length in order to spurt another healthy amount of the fluff across the red flesh, increasing the amount around the base. Yunho groans and once the eldest releases his grip, he forces himself into Changmin’s slack lips once again.
“Pass me the honey.”
Yoochun leans over, grabs the bottle and hands it to Jaejoong. Once back behind Changmin, he tongues the dark syrup, covering every drop of it with his mouth and lips. Arching back more, the youngest whimpers around his mouthful as a finger breaches him.
Jaejoong tilts the bottle to his lips, letting the thick golden fluid run into his mouth. He smirks, gripping Junsu’s jaw and crashing their mouths together, parting his lips and allowing all the saliva and syrup to flow into the other’s open mouth. Slightly overwhelmed but heat pulsing all over his body, Junsu tries to swallow the liquid but feels a few streams break free from the corner of his mouth and leak down his chin.
Yunho watches on and shivers once again. Changmin gasps, scalp burning as he pulls him up and licks around his mouth, sucking both lips - one at a time - into his mouth while another finger enters and begins to scissor.
Burning with lust and completely sticky, everyone of them groans with the heat pooling in their midsections.
The eldest licks the stripe from his chin and pulls off his own shirt. Junsu gapes like he’s never seen him naked before as he releases his length from his boxers and smears the glossy fluid along it.
Yoochun moans, taking in all the glory of his fellow band mates and covers himself in the slick chocolate.
“On the table.” he says, meeting Yunho’s gaze and gripping the younger‘s hips.
Unable to disagree, he lets himself he further manhandled and climbs atop it.
“On your back.”
Feeling the heat curl in on itself even more, he lays down and spreads his legs. Yoochun pulls him closer to the edge and steadies himself to the widened entrance. Everyone watches as he pushes in and Changmin whimpers at the intrusion. Hot and melting deep inside him, he arches while the burn increases and spreads underneath his skin.
Jaejoong presents his own yummy member to the youngest, who willing swallows the honey covered appendage and sucks harshly, loud slick noises filling the air. Stroking himself languidly, Yunho leans down and takes one of the Changmin’s nipples into his mouth and bites around the dark erect buds, hearing his heart ram hard against his ribcage like the pulse in his ear drums. Junsu groans, watching Yoochun begin a hard pounding rhythm that rocks the table and takes note of Changmin’s weeping, neglected cock.
Yoochun tries to thrust deeper and deeper each time, watching as Junsu trickles the maple syrup all over the erect flesh at his lower stomach and then stroke it, letting his palm move over the head slowly and smear the translucent light brown syrup all over it. Grabbing the back of his head and bring their lips together, Junsu yelping slightly as their teeth scrap and lips numb due to the sheer force.
Unable to keep the moan in the back of his throat due to the cold and hot melting of the hand working him undone, he swirls his tongue and hollows out his cheeks as the eldest groans with the new sensation.
Yunho is the first to feel his balls tighten, muscles straining as the blinding heat spreads surprising fast throughout his limbs and flashes behind his eyes.
“I…I’m gonna cum.” he gasps before straightening up and releasing the white shimmers of seed all over Changmin’s chest.
Changmin’s insides tighten at the sight and Yoochun is second to succumb, tipping over the edge as he pushes Junsu away and throws his head back. Unable to pull out fast enough, he ends up spreading himself all over the younger’s hole instead and takes to re-entering the pink cavern as he rides out the last pulses of white hot tingles.
He moans as the heat of the other two men are stretched out on his chest and all over his opening, tightening even more and filling Junsu’s palm with stream after stream of sexual satisfaction, he wreathes under the waves crashing over him with so much force he can‘t even moan.
Jaejoong pulls out and pumps himself into the slightly open mouth of the youngest, while Junsu stands up on his tip toes as he cums sporadically all over the younger’s stomach. White covering his mouth like lip gloss and his stomach like…well, cum. All five are left gasping and panting. They wait in stillness for the aftershock to fade and the fizz of fireworks to stop until they can move once again without fear of tipping over.
“Fuck~” Yunho rasps, taking in the sight of a cum covered Changmin and feels himself hardening slightly as he pulls his pants back up from around his thighs.
“We…should have pancakes more often.” Yoochun mutters, crumpling to the floor, still breathing heavy, laboured breathes.
Jaejoong runs a - the cleaner of the two - hand through his hair and strategically plops himself down on a chair to keep from ending up like Yoochun. While Junsu clings desperately to the table and lets the tremors in his knees pass before even attempting to move, oversensitivity claiming his entire body.
“I think…we need a shower.”
All four of them stare at Changmin as he licks the rest of Jaejoong from his lips.
With a sudden burst of re-newed energy, Yunho grabs Changmin’s wrist, pulls him up to a sitting position that makes him wince slightly as Yoochun leaks down the inside of his thigh, grabs his knees and wraps his legs around his waist,
“We call dibs.”
Hauling the most abused and stickiest member out at a light trot, they gape as the leader fully claims Changmin for himself.
“H-Hey! We’re Dong Bang Shin Ki! We have to do thing together!”
“That’s cheating!”
“Bastard~”
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I'm not sure if I should post this to dongbangkinki...Y/N?
Anyways, if there are mistakes or anything you feel is irking you I'd love to hear it. 8DDD
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Plz? ;~; ♥